Ordinary - (Dabi x OC)

New Beginnings...For Some.

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- song for the moment: Glimpse Of Us. Joji -

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"Hey, Touya?"

"What is it, Grape?"

Violet's warm hand shifted in my own, her fingers barely twitching tighter around mine.

"Do you ever wonder what your life would be like if you weren't trying to become a hero?" She murmured curiously, absentmindedly playing with the bandage that covered my knuckle.

I lazily creaked my eyes open to her question, met with the starry sky that blanketed atop Sekoto Hill.

Originally, I came up here to train. But, now that Violet's been coming with me for the past few months, this is usually how 'training' ends up.

With me and her laying on the grass, giggling and chatting for hours until the blue sky would streak with rays of setting orange...leaving me to question when the clouds turned to stars.

And, yet, bliss continued to overtake me. Her hair smelled like lilies and jasmine, the scent filled my nostrils with every inhale as her head rested comfortably atop my chest.

Our intertwined hands remained sitting on my stomach. My other hand curled around her shoulders to trace soft circles I never imagined I would.

Her question perked my interested. Mostly because the answer has become so unfamiliar to me now.

I didn't say this part aloud, but I believe the better question would be...wondering what my life would be like if I was a hero...

It used to be mapped out to the very last letter. I would see it in my dreams. I'd envision it every time I sparked my flames.

Dad's smile of pride was the root of that dream.

But, ever since meeting Violet, the dream slowly began to muddle with something else until one day...

I lost sight of it completely.

It scares me. I don't know what it means.

So, I live in denial and pretend it's still there. Because I don't know what I'd do if I admitted it wasn't.

"I am gonna be a hero. So, what does it matter, anyways?" I murmured softly.

The statement left my mouth automatically. There wasn't an ounce of passion behind it, but rather anxiety. The obligation to prove myself and finally be accepted.

I felt the shrug of her shoulders under my hand, reveling in the warmth of her lively body so close to mine.

"I don't know. Sometimes it's fun to imagine other things." She smiled, snuggling up closer to me. "Like, I have my dreams of becoming a doctor. But, sometimes I imagine if I were...like...a pop star, or something."

My lips instantly melted into a chuckle at her words, snorting to the night sky lightly.

"You-a pop star? Grape, you can't even call to make your own doctor's appointments without crying!" I cackled, throwing my head back to the grass when she gently smacked my chest.

"The lady at the front desk always asks so many questions!" She pouted, burying her face in my shirt with embarrassment. "Like, when do I want to make the appointment?? What am I being seen for?? Just ask for my whole life story while you're at it, ma'am!"